The musicians in the room all retreated, turned around and left.

"Miss, you are ...... Alas, let me say what is good about you. The maid Xin'er looked distressed and said, "Miss, you don't really have a heart for this little book, do you?"

Hua Xiangrong smiled softly, sat directly on the ground without any image, spread out her hair, and cocked her snow feet mischievously, and said, "What's the matter, my good sister, isn't he an object worthy of affection?

"It's good, but it's ...... Alas. The maid Xin'er looked indisputable, and said, "But you have only seen one time." ”

"Some people, no matter how many times they meet, it will not make any sense, while some people, as long as they meet once, it is enough. Hua Xiangrong smiled, shaking her snow-white little feet, slender ankles and white and smooth toes, dangling around.

After all, she is still just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old little girl, the girl has a heart, and when there are no outsiders, she also has a naughty and cunning side.

"Miss, you're poisoned. Xin'er said bitterly: "Xin'er admits that this son, in the past, is indeed a person who can support himself, and Xin'er will not object, but now, the situation is different, and the Blood Moon Gang is pressing forward step by step...... Alas, if he is powerful and powerful, he may be able to help you, but he is just a poor scholar, with more than enough heart and insufficient strength, no matter how good his poetry is and how good his character is, what is the use. ”

Hearing this, the smile in Hua Xiangrong's eyes immediately dimmed.

That feeling is like a candle that has been ruthlessly blown out by the wind, and the whole person is suddenly like a withered flower, and suddenly loses its brilliance.

She bit her lip, her teeth as white as braided shells, and her face was silent with a look of struggle.

Xin'er panicked, and hurriedly said, "Miss, I didn't mean that, I ......"

Hua Xiangrong raised her head, smiled slightly, and said, "I know, silly sister, I know what you're worried about, and I know that you are for my good, yes, I can't follow him, because it will hurt him, and I can't hurt him...... Don't worry, the deadline, there are still some days, I only meet with Childe a few times, and after the deadline is up, I will definitely not meet him again. ”

In the last days before sinking into the sea of suffering, I left some good memories in my life.

Such a humble request can't be considered excessive, right?

Otherwise, when you are really in the darkest and desperate abyss, you can't see a trace of light, what can warm the wounded and painful soul?

......

......

When Li Mu walked down the stairs, the hall on the first floor of Wen Shengzhai was still crowded with people.

The crowd of onlookers before did not mean to disperse, and it seemed that the number of people was more than before.

Seeing Li Mu appear, there was an uproar in the crowd, as if a piece of ice had been thrown into a boiling oil pot, and the atmosphere suddenly changed drastically.

"Came out, came out. ”

"It took so long to come out. ”

"I can't stand it, I can't have ...... flowers"

"My goddess, desecrated. ”

Someone wailed in a low voice.

In the past, Hua wanted to be high, and Bing Qing Yujie was like a goddess in the fairy palace, because no man had ever entered her boudoir, but now, all this has come to an end.

The man in front of him who walked slowly down the stairs came out of Hua Xiangrong's boudoir, no matter what happened inside, for many people, it means that the goddess who was high in the past fell into the dust, and she is no longer ice and jade.

"Phew, the deceitful and famous-stealing man finally dared to come out. Lin Qiushui, the chief of Hanshan Academy, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward in great strides, stopped Li Mu, and said, "Little poor sour, the matter of your plagiarism, the East Window incident happened." ”

Plagiarize?

Are you playing with any tricks again?

Li Mu looked at the young scholar lightly.

The clumsy acting skills and provocations that made him as clumsy as a clown did not make Li Mu angry.

When will the dragon care about the provocation of an ant?

He just felt ridiculous and pitiful.

Bypassing Lin Qiushui expressionlessly, Li Mu walked outside.

Tonight, he made a breakthrough by watching Hua Xiangrong's dance, opened the [Sky Eye], and wanted to rush back to the courtyard of the [Burrow], tidy up and think about it, and didn't want to continue to entangle with such a small character in this kind of thing.

However, people are harmless to the tiger's heart, and the tiger is harmful.

Liu Muyang of Fengming Academy took a step forward and blocked Li Mu's way, saying: "What's the matter? I'm scared? I want to escape? Hehe, I plagiarized other people's poems, and after I was in the limelight, I wanted to escape? ”

Li Mu frowned.

A hint of impatience welled up in his heart.

Turning his head to look at the table in front of him, he found that he didn't know when, Zheng Cunjian was gone, and the people sitting on the table were all disciples of the Heavenly Sword Martial Arts Hall, and at this time, they all looked at themselves provocatively with a gloating smile.

"Why?

"Hehe, I was debunked, so I was speechless. ”

The scholars of the two academies all made noise.

"Little poor sour, I have already invited witnesses to prove that your beautiful poem is plagiarism, and at this moment, you have nothing to say. Lin Qiushui smiled coldly, walked over, and said, "Today, I will uncover your true face in front of everyone." ”

Witness?

Unless it is a person from the earth, or the resurrection of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty by Li Yannian, otherwise, what bullshit witnesses can there be.

Li Mu didn't want to talk nonsense, clenched his fists, and was ready to pull this little scholar who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, but suddenly thought that Hanshan Academy was a big force in Chang'an City, and if he was offended to death, he didn't have to be afraid, but would he be embarrassed and ruin her reputation?

Just when Li Mu hesitated, an old man with gray hair walked out of the crowd.

This old man looks like he is in his fifties, wearing a light white scholar's uniform, his face is clear, and he has a little elegance, and it is easy to have a good impression when he looks at it, but what he says is very sinister.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Zhen Yuandao, the first teacher of the fourth grade of the old man's Hanshan Academy, is here to testify that today, the [beautiful poem] made by this little friend is actually plagiarized from the old man's work. The old man reported to himself, with a smile on his face, and said: "A few days ago, the old man was slightly drunk in a tavern, and saw a beautiful woman, walking by the window, so he couldn't help but be poetic, and occasionally got this [beautiful words], so the inscription poem and the wall, the heart was quite proud, maybe this little friend, was in the tavern, saw this poem, tonight, actually got Wen Shengzhai to use, it was really a surprise to the old man." ”

Before the words fell, an exclamation immediately sounded in the entire hall.

Zhen Yuandao of Hanshan Academy, in the literary world of Chang'an City, is still extremely famous, and has made famous articles such as "Cao Ge Xing" and "Xingyue Fu", although it is not a century-old poem, but it has been circulated for a while, in the literary world of Chang'an City, this person's literary name can be ranked into ten, and he can be regarded as one of the literary leaders of Chang'an City.

He stood up and spoke, and immediately it was different.

"It turned out to be really plagiarism. ”

"I'll just say, such poems are only reasonable if they come from the hands of Zhen everyone. ”

"It's shameless to use Zhen everyone's poems to deceive. ”

"And deceived Hua Xiangrong everyone, it was really an unforgivable crime, arrested him, divided the body of five horses, and cut him with a thousand knives. ”

Under the noise of the scholars of the two academies, the crowd in the hall boiled.

"Haha, I should be some kind of amazing genius, but it turned out to be a deceptive and famous, hahaha, I'm ashamed to be with you. The madman Song Qingfei sneered on the side and fell into the ground.

Liu Muyang of Fengming Academy had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, but there was a trace of unhappiness in his heart.

Because he also had the same idea, he invited his mentor Jia Zuoren, but unfortunately he was snatched in front by Zhen Yuandao, and it was really a little unhappy to see that the literary name of a hundred-year-old poem was snatched away by Zhen Yuandao of Hanshan Academy.

"Shoot him. ”

He took off his robe and hung it up. ”

In the crowd, the dwarf winter melon scholars of the Hanshan Academy were the most cheerful.

Of course, not everyone is stupid.

Some people can naturally see that there are flaws in Zhen Yuandao's words.

Because, a hundred-year-old poem, even if he got it by accident and inscribed it on the wall of the wine shop, but these few days have passed, it is enough to circulate, such a poem has the charm of crazy spread, but why is there no relevant news in these days?

Moreover, if it is really Zhen Yuandao's poem, then why didn't Lin Qiushui, who is a disciple of Zhen Yuandao, point it out at the time, and was slapped in the face by this young scholar, and it took so long before he invited the master to come and expose it?

However, even if something is seen, no one dares to expose it.

After all, in the literary world of Chang'an City, Hanshan Academy has a considerable status, controls public opinion, and the right to speak is in their mouths.

Alas, there are so many unfairities in this world.

What can I do?

Therefore, even many discerning people pretend not to know when they see the clues.

"Xiaoyou, I read that you are young and not sensible, so I don't want to be too harsh on you, maybe you are impulsive, so you did such a thing. Zhen Yuandao has gray hair, a clear appearance, and has the temperament of a worldly master, smiling, with a kind and generous look, and said: "As long as you are willing to admit that this poem is plagiarizing the old man, the old man is not sorry for himself today, if you admit your mistake, the old man will let you leave safely." ”

"See, this is the demeanor of a real literary master. ”

"A master is a master, with a big heart. ”

The ladies of the Hanshan Academy below immediately lost no time in touting it.

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